Forced to Call Home
Forced to call home
A room without comfort
Sitting in a chair all day becomes less and less comfortable
Do they ever move or talk or laugh?
I walk into a room filled with dead expressions
Blank stares into space
What else is there to do?
Their brains and bodies no longer connect
You speak praying to hear a response
The look returned is utter confusion
Do they even know who you are?
One day is hard enough
I cannot imagine the pain of my nana
She returns each day
With my papa she'll always stay
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I liked writing about something I feel strongly about. It is always hard for me to go to the Alzeimer's unit in my grandpa's nursing home to visit him. I rarely do, but I know my grandma goes everyday and I can't imagine how hard that must be for her. I think the patients benefit negatively from being in the same place for that long.